Jessica Sweet thought going away to college would finally make her free of her parents’ constant judgments and insistence she play chastity club role model for their church events, but if anything, the freedom has made her realize she can’t go home and be a hypocrite anymore. Tired of dodging their questions, she stays at school over the summer and lands in an unexpected crash pad: Riley Mann’s house.
Sarcastic, cocky, and full of opinions, Riley is also sexy personified with tattoos and biceps earned from working as a roofer all day. Not the right guy for her even if Jessica was looking for a relationship, which she is definitely not. But Jessica knows that Riley hides the burden of having to raise his younger brothers behind that grin and as she helps him get his house in order for a custody hearing, they begin to fall hard for each other, and she is forced to question what she’s hiding herself.
Jessica has never had a problem getting naked with a guy, but when it comes to showing Riley how she truly feels inside, her fear of rejection may just ruin the best thing—the best guy—to ever happen to her…
4.5 out of 5 Stars
Sweet is not just named Sweet because it's Jess last name, oh no it just maybe one of the sweetest romances I have ever read. Jessica has been struggling her whole life to gain her parents approval, at the cost of her own happiness, hell even her own major was not her own choice. Her decision to lie to her parents so that she doesn't have to go home for the summer, is what leads her to having to stay at Rileys house for a week. Riley isn;t exactly thrilled about this idea, him and Jessica don;t exactly get along but he isn't going to leave the girl with out a place to stay for a week. Watching their relationship grow from dislike to friendship to caring about one another was magical. They were so cute together even before they wanted each other, their playful banter and pranks were awesome!They were like bread and butter together. But as their attraction grows so do thier feelings, and when they reach the breaking point everything will change. I loved watching Jessica grow and become more mature and herself, even while she struggled with what sometimes felt like rejection from Riley. I think Riley and Jessica complimented each other perfectly. I was not expecting such a soft side to come from macho Riley, he really has to work to get to Jessica's heart. They have their ups and downs but in the end will they be able to fully open up to each other? read & find out in this amazing story!! I also can't wait to see Robins story too!!
About the Author
There was a knock on my door, and I told Kylie, “Hang on.” Then I called in the direction of the hall, “Yeah?”
What I didn’t expect was Riley to actually open the door. Yeah didn’t mean open. Yeah didn’t mean check me out in my bra, letting the air-conditioning freeze my sweat in stink streams down between my tits and disappear into my belly button. I almost dropped my phone when I turned and saw him standing the doorway, his eyes trained on my bra. Granted, it wasn’t anything that wouldn’t be shown in a bikini. I wasn’t even showing as much, because I had shorts on, but it didn’t make me feel any less naked. Especially given the way he was staring, his nostrils flaring.
“What?” I asked, irritated. Or turned on, whatever you wanted to call it.
His eyes finally lifted and met mine, but they were dark and sexy, intense. “I ordered a pizza when you were at the store. It’s here if you want some.”
“Cool. Thanks.” I was trying to be casual about the whole thing, but then I realized that this was a perfect opportunity to lay down a rule of my own. “You probably shouldn’t come in my room unless I say ‘come in.’”
But it turned out it was the absolutely wrong thing to say. He grinned, and his hands slid into the front pockets of his jeans. He still wasn’t wearing a shirt, not that I could blame him, given that it was ass-crack hot in the house. Now he didn’t look in any hurry to retreat or to check out my chest further. He just stood there smirking.
“Why, what are you doing in here that you need a locked door and a hoodie duct-taped to the window?”
“What do you mean?” Though I knew exactly what he meant.
“You’re either cooking meth or filming a sexy YouTube video.”
I snorted. “No. Now go away. I’m on the phone.”
“Fine. Hurry, or I’m eating the whole pizza without you.” He turned, the metal-spiked bracelets on his wrist jangling as he pulled his hand out of his pocket.
Feeling flushed, I lifted my phone back to my ear. “Hello?”
Kylie had hung up. Nice.
But she had texted.
I rolled my eyes, but even as I tapped a denial, I totally agreed with her. Snagging my tank top, I went for a slice of pizza, knowing it would bloat me, but I was hungry. It sucked not to have cafeteria access in the university center, no matter how dicey the teriyaki beef was. Plus it seemed stupid to be ignoring Riley when I could be fighting with him. It was way more fun.
Especially when I had the satisfaction of walking in to the living room right as Riley moved past the coffee table with the pizza box, triggering the automatic room freshener I had bought at the store. He jumped.
“What the fuck is that?” he asked as it misted up along his hip.
“It’s an air freshener. It goes off automatically when there is an odor or motion.”
He looked at me like this was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard in the existence of stupid things. “I hope that wasn’t more than a dollar or you were ripped off.”
“The sun is going down, so do I have permission to open the windows?” I asked, already walking over to do just that. Between a breeze and the mister, maybe the room would smell less like an old ashtray and more just like stale boy.
“No.” Then he grinned when I stopped in my tracks and turned to glare at him. “I’m kidding. Knock yourself out.”
“I’d rather knock you out.”
“Badass.” Riley picked up a piece of pizza and bit off a piece so huge, literally half the slice disappeared in his mouth.
Reprinted by arrangement with InterMix, a member of Penguin Group (USA) LLC, A Penguin Random House Company. Copyright © Erin McCarthy, 2013.
About the Author
USA Today and New York Times Bestselling author Erin McCarthy sold her first book in 2002 and has since written almost fifty novels and novellas in teen fiction, new adult, and adult romance. Erin has a special weakness for New Orleans, tattoos, high-heeled boots, beaches and martinis. She lives in Ohio with her family, two grumpy cats and a socially awkward dog.